United States
25° 59' 25.5048" N, 80° 21' 17.0244" W

An impulse I can't control
It all comes on very slow
Thoughts start to grow and grow
and turn into obsessions
Obsessions I cannot resist

It can only reside for so long
Before an action occurs
I confront my desire
With high hopes
Not even thinking of all the future slopes

I present myself clearly
With extreme vulnerability
Anticipating those results
Results of acceptance
and results of what is real
What is real?


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